I posted this on a different subreddit yesterday, and felt like it might fit here too!
This was over a year ago, so I was 21 and he was 22, but I feel like this story belongs on here. I have always had a very active imagination, and this extends to my sexual fantasies. My ex was always pretty vanilla, so I never felt quite comfortable sharing my desires with him. That being said, I needed to vent, so I took to writing erotic short stories. I have always loved to write, so this was a kind of natural step in expressing my sexuality. Anyways, I was working on a really steamy story involving a group breeding session, and because it was my fantasy, described my own looks as that of the main female character. One night, after going out for drinks with his friends, my boyfriend burst into our apartment and threw up all over the floor. Being the caring girlfriend I was, I went to grab paper towels to clean up the mess. I had been working on this story while he was out, and in the rush to clean up the mess, I left my laptop open on the table. I came back out to him scrolling through the story, demanding to know why I was writing about (myself) getting gang banged by a bunch of hung dudes, and letting them cum in me. I tried to explain that it was just a fantasy, but he wasn’t having it. To be fair, It was extremely graphic, and this was a side of me he had never seen before. He told me I was a sexual deviant, and he felt like he could never live up to my desires. We argued for a while, but eventually this ended in us breaking up. Honestly, I think it was for the best. I need a partner that is confident and comfortable enough to not judge me for my fantasies.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vyiemp/f_my_22f_longterm_boyfriend_23m_found_out_i_was
Sounds like he is a loser for sure
> He told me I was a sexual deviant, and he felt like he could never live up to my desires.
Disagree with his original point, but I can’t argue with his conclusion.
What an idiot!! Dopey bastard!